Solo:
1.Well, Jo
Channa, she runs to
Fcountry,
She runs in
CDurban and the Trans
Gvaal.
She makes a
Cfew of her people
Fhappy,
Oh, she don°t
Ccare about the
G7rest at
Call.
She°s got a system they call apartheid,
It keeps a brother in a subjection,
But maybe pressure will make johanna see
How everybody could a live as one.
Ref: Gimme hope, Johanna, hope, Johanna,
gimme hope, Johanna for the mourning come.
Gimmy hope, Johanna, hope, Johanna,
Hope before the mourning comes.
2.I hear she makes all the golden money
To buy naw weapons, any shape of guns,
While every mother in a black Soweto fears
The killing of another son.
Sneakin° across all the neighbours borders,
Now and again having little fun,
She doesn°t care if the fun and games she play
Is dangerous to everyone.
Ref: Gimme hope, ...
Solo:
3.She°s got supporters in high up places
Who turn their heads to the city sun,
Johanna, give them the fancy money,
Oh, to tempt anyone who°d come.
She even knows how to swing opinion
In every magazine and the journals.
For every bad move that this Johanna make
They got a good explanation.
Ref: Gimme hope, ...
4.Even the preacher who works for Jesus,
The archbishop who°s a peaceful man,
Together say that the freedom fighters
Will overcome the very strong.
I wanna know if you°re blind, Johanna,
If you wanna hear the sound of drums.
Can°t you see that the tide is turning,
Oh, don°t make me wait till the mourning come.
Ref: /: Gimmy hope, Johanna, ... /: Fine.
